Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 710: Handsome, Who Are You?

The man was wearing the white cotton attire of a beauty salon, the material accentuating his pale, transparent skin.

His hair was cut just right, combed into that unique 70-30 split hairstyle typical of Korean drama leads.

Even more deadly was the fact that his looks were the brooding type, his long, narrow eyes and brows as if veiled with a layer of autumn mist, carrying with them a faint presence that invoked sympathy.

Wen Jiaojiao wanted to scream.

After more than twenty years, she had finally laid eyes on her ideal man!

She shyly stood up and tossed her hair.

"Hey handsome, who are you?"

Jiang Li felt compelled to stand up and cruelly pat Wen Jiaojiao on the shoulder.

"Jiaojiao, this is my second uncle."

Wen Jiaojiao: ???!!!

"No way." She began to doubt life again, "Are you telling me this oxygen-waste of a hunk and the beggary guy from just before are the same person?!"

Jiang Mingyu was about to fall apart.

Although he knew his disguise did indeed make him look like a beggar,

after all, he had once been a superstar celebrated both domestically and internationally.

Now, to suddenly be called a beggar...

It was hard not to feel the gap.

"No, wait a minute." Wen Jiaojiao took several steps back, then suddenly whirled around to stare at Jiang Mingyu at the door, "No sistah, is your second uncle a reincarnation of Jiang Tienshen? How does he look exactly like the male god I used to fan over?!"

And he’s a male god who just transformed from a beggar back to his true self!

Wen Jiaojiao found it a bit too much to take in.

But soon, she discovered something even harder to accept.

"Hold on, Jiang Tienshen has a mole in the middle of his right eyebrow, why does your second uncle have one too?!"

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Jiang Li cleared his throat lightly, "I forgot to tell you, my second uncle, Jiang Mingyu, is also the Heavenly God, Jiang Yu, you’ve been talking about."

Wen Jiaojiao: ???!!!?!!!

She stood rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning.

Jiang Mingyu hadn’t expected to meet a fan so soon and felt even more embarrassed; his cheeks immediately flushed with redness.

But he knew she was Jiang Li’s friend and could only tremble as he extended his hand.

"Ms. Wen, hello...."

Wen Jiaojiao covered her mouth.

No wonder his voice had seemed so familiar when she had heard him earlier at the teahouse.

It was the idol she had been listening to since she was a child!

Jiang Yu was the first star she had fanned over, her entry into the entertainment industry was partly for him.

She had collected every album he made, and for every concert he held, she bought the closest ticket available.

But she had never been as close as today.

Because her idol turned out to be her best friend’s real uncle!!!

Wen Jiaojiao took a deep breath and ultimately couldn’t help but let out a scream.

Then, she quickly shook Jiang Mingyu’s hand before grabbing Jiang Li’s shoulders.

"Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me sooner that Jiang Yu was your uncle? If you had told me earlier, I would’ve given you my life! And my mom’s too!"

Her mom was also a fan of Jiang Yu.

Wuu wuu wuu, she had actually bullied Jiang Li before, bullied her own idol’s niece.

She was such a terrible person.

Seeing Wen Jiaojiao so emotionally stirred, Jiang Mingyu was even more at a loss for a moment.

"Did I...say something wrong, why is she..."

"It’s okay." Jiang Li moved Wen Jiaojiao to the side, "Let her calm down a bit over there, and we’ll talk about the important stuff."

Jiang Li then sat down on the sofa.

"Let’s discuss how we can get your money back."

Jiang Mingyu became even more nervous now that Jiang Li was taking things so seriously.

"But, but I’ve already called the police, they...they should have news soon, right?"

"I have a faster method." Jiang Li handed a pen to Jiang Mingyu. "Draw what An Jing looks like as best as you can, and retell the events that happened after you met her."

Jiang Mingyu immediately understood what she intended to do and was surprised, his mouth agape.

"You’re going to read fortunes? Can that really work?"

"The general direction can be calculated." Jiang Li said, "I have your Four Pillars of Destiny, and based on your experience and her sketch, it is possible to calculate her recent fortune."

Surprised as he was, Jiang Mingyu didn’t dare be careless and hurriedly sketched a rough portrait of An Jing.

He had studied art before, and just a few days ago, had sketched An Jing’s portrait at the police station, so he finished it quickly.

Jiang Li immediately began calculating, and soon after, she wrote down an approximate address.

"Give this address to the police officer in charge of contact with you, and tell them to search around this area."

Jiang Mingyu glanced at the piece of paper.

It was a strange mark, resembling an Eight Diagram.

"This..." Jiang Mingyu was perplexed, "Will the police understand this?"

Jiang Li had to translate it into coordinates that anyone could understand.

Looking at the range narrowed down to the precise coordinates, Jiang Mingyu’s mouth fell open in shock.

Half an hour later, the police sitting in the station had the same reaction upon seeing the note.

"How did that nouveau riche who reported the case provide the exact coordinates? They’re not in cahoots, are they?"

A colleague leaned over for a look, "Didn’t you see the Eight Diagram on it? He went to see a fortune reader."

The man was even more astonished, "Can we trust a fortune-teller?"

"That’s where you’re clueless, no? Sometimes mysticism is really powerful. Don’t you know about our country’s special investigation team for supernatural events? I’ve heard they’re all top scholars in mysticism."

The man’s mouth opened again, then he slapped the note on the table.

"Alright, let’s go have a look around this area first. Contact this Mr. Jiang and, by the way, get this fortune-teller too for a statement."

...

In a suburb, within a certain neighborhood.

Several men were sitting around a table, watching a woman spill out a sack of money like beans.

"Damn, Zhang Jing, you did well this time, snatching quite a pile of cash!"

"Shit, this has got to be a million at least, time for a great splurge."

Zhang Jing smiled and threw the sack into a trash bin.

"Lucky this time, ran into a dumb big spender, didn’t have to use my brain much to get the money."

A man counting the money chimed in, "Aren’t you afraid he’ll call the cops? We’ve been really brazen this time, what if we get exposed?"

"No way." Zhang Jing waved her hand, "Brother Sheng has already handled the aftermath. Even if he goes to the police, they won’t find any evidence. Besides, our place is very hidden, the police could never find it."

Their neighborhood was an old one slated for demolition, without even a bus stop nearby, and the surveillance systems were outdated.

To mislead others, she even opened an indoor hair salon.

However, just as she finished speaking, someone banged fiercely on the door.

THUD THUD THUD.

Outside, a man’s voice arose.

"Can I get a hair wash here?"